ic Freedom vs. Tyranny

[RocketLord]

GM

 

The night before, everything was as it should be. Gaian Knight, Tiamat, Velocity, Ghost and recent Freedom League recruit Artificer all spent the night as they each tend to do, whether they were sleeping in their beds, fighting crime, working in their workshops. At some point, they fell asleep. Everything was as it should be.

 

As they each open their eyes in the morning, things are no longer as they should be. They are not where they were when sleep finally took them.

 

The Gaian Knight finds himself in a large bed in an opulent bedroom. The large bed is luxurious, the walls covered with masterwork weapons and beautiful paintings. An armor, far more ornate than anything he would normally wear, is on a stand next to the bed. His sword is on a stand next to the armor. It appears to be his own, at least.

 

Tiamat opens her eyes to find herself in a cave lit by torches on the walls. She is in her dragon form, but she is not alone. Guards dressed in black armors with white piping are stationed throughout the cave. They all appear to be armed with heavy rifles of some kind, which will be raised to take aim the moment she stirs.

 

The first thing that the Artificer notices is the smell. The room he is in smells like a butcher shop that has seen better days. Blood and rot mixed with a sickly sweet smell. As he opens his eyes, the view is not that different from the smell. He is in a workshop of some kind, but everything seems to be made from manipulated flesh and bones. He can guess at their effects, but can hardly be sure. It is masterful work, not unlike his own, though with other materials, of course.

 

Velocity is not alone. She is in a large bed, with a black haired man that she does not recognize standing by the side of the bed with a black haired teenage girl and a blonde haired girl around ten. The man is already wearing a dress shirt and tie, the girls are in dark grey dresses. The moment she is awake, they move in to hug her. "Good morning, mother," the older girl says. "I hope you slept well, dear," the man continues, before offering her an arm. "The chefs should have breakfast ready soon."

 

Ghost is not alone, either, though his situation is very different. He is on a small bed, filled with men and women in various states of undress, all entangled and sleeping on each other. Bottles and discarded cigarettes on the floor, the air in the room is thick and heavy. 

 

Monday January 13th, 7 AM

The Fortress, Empire City

Anti-Earth

[RocketLord]

GHOST

 

Casper blinks. He feels weird. The air tastes weird. 

 

There's someone lying on top of him.

 

His first thought is that it's Grim, but they're too heavy, and, there's more of them. 

 

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

 

He ghosts, floating out to the side and away from everyone. At least he's wearing boxers and a t-shirt, unlike... everyone else there.

[Thevshi]

Velocity

 

Megan's Sunday night had been rather quiet (as had her Sunday in general). Robert was still back in England, having stayed after they had gone back for the holidays to deal with some things that required his attention. Lawerence and Lynn were back at Claremont, and Lulu was off overseas once more on some assignment for Danger International. So, she had spent some time zipping around the city (and some other parts of the Eastern seaboard) as Velocity, stopping a number of small crimes and just helping some people out, before heading back home to read a few books from her reading list before going to bed.

 

She was very surprised when she woke up to realize that she was not in her bed in North Bay. It took only a fraction of a second for her to realize she had access to her powers, as her mind began racing far faster than a normal human's could. To start, just being able to use her powers was a huge relief, as it meant she was not helpless.

 

Of course, that feeling was somewhat dampened as she turned deliberately slowly to spot the black-haired man standing next to the bed. But the presence of the two young girls made things at least somewhat less threatening. When the two girls gave her a hug and greeted her as 'mother,' Megan tried to keep a neural expression. 

 

Okay, any number of things could be going on. She thought, having been at the superhero thing for going on two decades now. Though…there is something of a Stepford Family vibe here. But, probably best to play along for now and try to figure out what is going on.

 

"Good morning." She replied, trying to match the tone the older girl had used.

 

When the man (her husband, partner, whatever?) spoke up, Megan yawned as she took the offered arm to get out of bed. "A bit restless to be honest, some strange dreams."

 

As she got out of the bed, Megan glanced to any nightstand next to her side, looking for anything like a cellphone or the like. As the man mentioned breakfast, she nodded slightly. "I will be right there, once I get dressed."
 

[Fox]

Gaian Knight

 

Tarrant had, as a second residence, an actual literal floating castle and even that was not half this decadent. A dream, maybe, but an awfully real one; he could feel the stone under his feet, for one, not just feel but feel in the way very few people could. The collection amassed here made for a pleasant enough walk around the room at least - a little rich for his taste, sure, but he'd been around Teagan too long to not appreciate a good horde. The paintings were worth admiring, the weapons came in an interesting variety, until at last he came to his weapon....

 

His weapon. Strange surroundings or no it was warm in his hand, familiar to his calluses, and heavier than it ever was when dreaming. It was a solid thing, familiar and grounding. "Well," he said, sliding the blade free an inch or so - just to be certain - before sheathing it again. "I'm glad you're here, old friend, but that raises more questions than it answers."

 

 

Tiamat

 

Tiamat had cracked one great crimson eye open, taken in her surroundings, and sat up...slowly. Ever so slowly. Deliberately slowly, but fearlessly slowly, like a thing majestic and inevitable, which of course she was.

 

She sat up until she could look down her great draconic snout at the guards, ever so small, who might think their guns could save them. Her tail curled partway around her legs, the rest down to the tip lashing idly against the floor. She said nothing. Her silence said everything.

 

A strange cave. An ambush? A prison? Who'd dare.